I'll make you drink some _sal volatile_ if you don't." "I'm sure you won't.

I--I--I'm not a bit afraid of you!" came in muffled tones of distress from the crumpled towel.
"All right.

Who said you were ?" said Max.

"Sit down now! Here's a chair.
Now--let me have the towel! Yes, really, Olga!" He loosened her hold upon it, and drew it away from her with steady insistence.

"There, that's better.